She was motionless, like a statue.
She was truly dizzy.
Her consciousness was somewhat fuzzy, not to the point of blacking out, but alcohol could easily numb the brain, causing her self-control to severely diminish.
What she might do, she had no idea.
The fatal thing was that she could clearly feel the strong aftereffects of the liquor surging up, causing her consciousness to gradually spiral out of control.
Flossie Wright was right, Glenn Hutchinson indeed found the military cap in the kitchen, but by the time he walked out—
The person standing next to the stone table had already vanished without a trace.
Rubbing his temples, Glenn Hutchinson frowned, feeling quite troubled.
Where could she have gone?
The dormitory?
The training field?
Flossie's whereabouts were always unpredictable.
Looking at the empty backyard, with the night breeze bringing a slight coolness, he couldn't help but feel refreshed.
